Tomorrow she dreads
Not the stomach for it
But when all done and said
No choice her teeth she grits
No her choice going through with this
Maybe other opportunities may come
But will better ones be missed
If she chooses this one?
She’s been let down by many of late
Even by herself worst of all
Fallen into a pit of self-hate
Maybe she has missed her call
Maybe tomorrow she’ll change her mind
Take a huge risk and try something else
Anything but this is worth a try
She doesn’t want to put herself through hell
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Darren Greenidge
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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